Claudia Songtext
von Lydmor
Claudia Songtext
Sweet baby many names
Take the kitty in your hand honey
Sweet lady many games
Spend a little of the band money
On Claudia
On Claudia
Same street a different night
In the middle of the beast belly
Suit glasses and a tie
Type of money that can get any
With your whispering hands
And your futile commands
Your in search for new plans
I hope you find it all
All your looking for
But sweet baby many names
Take the kitty in your hand honey
Sweet lady many games
Spend a little of the band money
On Claudia
On Claudia
With me is money
Tinkle tinkle on the stairs
Bodes extravagant intro
A single gold coin falls through
The keyhole then
Bang! He jumps in
Wielding 40′s swing music
Winks to me under his
Sharply trimmed brows
And turns my ceiling lamp
Into a chandelier
He kisses my cat fondly
Into a panther with a diamond leash
Dances around
Pointing this way and that
Until my room resembles a
Parisian luxury suite
My breasts are 3 sizes bigger
And my cereal has turned into cocaine
Finally he stands with wild ecstatic eyes
In the center of his creation
Behold woman, I'm money!′
Loud and slow
Like citing some ancient ritual
I let fall the last piece of underwear
And bow my head
Behold money, I'm woman'!
You want Claudia
I′m not Claudia
You want Claudia
Take that poor little kittie in your hand honey
I′m not Claudia
So spend a little of that hard earned band money
Take the kitty in your hand honey
Sweet lady many games
Spend a little of the band money
On Claudia
On Claudia
Same street a different night
In the middle of the beast belly
Suit glasses and a tie
Type of money that can get any
With your whispering hands
And your futile commands
Your in search for new plans
I hope you find it all
All your looking for
But sweet baby many names
Take the kitty in your hand honey
Sweet lady many games
Spend a little of the band money
On Claudia
On Claudia
With me is money
Tinkle tinkle on the stairs
Bodes extravagant intro
A single gold coin falls through
The keyhole then
Bang! He jumps in
Wielding 40′s swing music
Winks to me under his
Sharply trimmed brows
And turns my ceiling lamp
Into a chandelier
He kisses my cat fondly
Into a panther with a diamond leash
Dances around
Pointing this way and that
Until my room resembles a
Parisian luxury suite
My breasts are 3 sizes bigger
And my cereal has turned into cocaine
Finally he stands with wild ecstatic eyes
In the center of his creation
Behold woman, I'm money!′
Loud and slow
Like citing some ancient ritual
I let fall the last piece of underwear
And bow my head
Behold money, I'm woman'!
You want Claudia
I′m not Claudia
You want Claudia
Take that poor little kittie in your hand honey
I′m not Claudia
So spend a little of that hard earned band money
Writer(s): Jenny Rossander, Trond Bersu Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com